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IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM
By: Jackie Langley 01/19/01
It looked so old so worn and tattered in the corner of the room
hanging all alone, to high to reach for this boy who never knew
that the man who wore this uniform had stories he could tell
but the years have passed now he's old and gray and his memory's not so well.
But the stories he could tell sent chills down my spine,
and the words he spoke would take you to another place and time;
Many thought him crazy, just an old man, a wanna be,
but the uniform in the corner of the room was all I needed to see.
There were ribbons on his chest, not many just a few,
and he'd point at every one and all the stories that I knew;
but I'd let him carry on as if I'd never heard,
and I'd listen there in silence to the pride in every word.
He would always speak of freedom, duty and honor to name a few,
but God and Country topped the list of everything he'd do;
and the years his life has spanned leads me to understand,
that I'm proud to be the son of the son of this Patriotic Man.
Now the day will come when he is gone and memories are all I'll have,
but he'll live on through the stories he told in every generation of man.
Now the uniform in the corner of the room is not to high to reach
and the pride of the man who wore it continues on through me.
I reached for this symbol of honor to give it that which it deserved,
and from the pocket a ribbon was hanging, it was blue and had white stars.
As I pulled it from the pocket and held it in my hand
the medal he never talked of, I'm the son of the son of this Patriotic Man.
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